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About Recife

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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And wait, yo – don’t overlook Altos’ river, Rio Suave. Chill spot for moonlit strolls. Trust me, I got mad inspo from watchin’ couples on its banks. Sometimes I feel I’m in that movie Dogville, like, "You can call it reality." Which is whack, but true, brah.

Los Altos Police Department responds to incident at Bluemercury last week